Riddle: Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Riddle: A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Rating: 75%